For weeks I’ve been putting off writing my first blog. In order to put it off for a few more minutes, I’ve just cut my hair into a fringe and made such a mess of it that penance is called for. Or in other words, blogging.

My reluctance springs from the fear that, with the whole world blogging, no one will read it. As a writer I want to be read. That’s the reason for this blog – to ask you if you’ll read my first novel, DEADLY NEVERGREEN. It’s a crime novel set on the Isle of Wight and will be published by endaxipress.com later this year. As soon as I have the exact date I’ll let you know.

‘You’ -now that I’ve used the word I feel as if I’m writing to a human being and not a black hole in cyber-space. I’ve got a reader. So, dear reader…

As I outlined in my first post, the journey to this point has been a long one. Over the years I’ve had many requests from agents and publishers for the full manuscript, and I was even offered a publishing contract by one of them — see Welcome World. All the others rejected it. Not many gave their reasons for rejecting it, but of the few that did, their reasons for rejection were pretty much the same: They didn’t know where to place it in the market. Which is kind of understandable. The novel is a dramatic, romantic, comedy, adventure with a good measure of crime fiction mixed in.

Will Trinity sink or swim? Only time will tell. But in the meantime, you can check out the Look Inside sample on Amazon, or download a sample to your Kindle. Or you could…

When Gabriel Holland’s beloved Helena vanishes from his life, he journeys to the home of disgraced artist Cristian Salazar, the man he holds responsible for her disappearance and the death of several friends. Once in the town of Carliton, Gabriel finds only malice and mystery in the tales told by the few brave enough to speak ill of Salazar and the sinister Cousin Beatriz. And within shadows, in the guise of night, walks Alatiel, the creature Helena has become…

She led a charmed life in Daniele’s mind, in his lucid dreams, quite apart from any real existence of her own. To him, his fair-weather devotion and her response to such were merely bittersweet moments in some imagined ritual of Courtly Love. Daniele’s Lady was, he felt, both his possession and an unattainable prize. He could not know that she only considered him as…